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run up on me wrong you get rip d
Who the fuck is you i ain t seen yo face, catch you slippin knock out yo face Red, i be ridin round wit that fuckin
I be goin ham trappin out the state, who the fuck is you i ain t seen yo face
Thirty on me shawty shootin up the party, hop up out the rari rop a maserati
Do is count bands count bands bitch, thirty on me shawty shootin up the party
do is count bands count bands bitch
runnin all this dope through the united states
Knock you off yo feet tryna play wit me aye, and the next day i bet i beat the case, and the next day i bet i beat the case
hop up out the rari rop a maserati
run up on lil soulja hit you wit this forty
do is count bands count bands bitch
Shoot that fuck nigga dump him in the lake, run up on lil soulja hit you wit this forty
Call the cops boy you ain t safe, run up on me wrong get hit wit this k aye
Run up on me wrong you get rip d, call the cops boy you ain t safe, who the fuck is you i ain t seen yo face
Run up on lil soulja hit you wit this forty, shoot you in yo face yo neck all of day
and the next day i bet i beat the case
m-16 get yo ass blam d bitch
I be ridin round catching plays, hop up out the rari rop a maserati Balenciaga, i shoot her like dre
ridin round town like im in a race
catch you slippin knock out yo face
i be goin ham trappin out the state
shoot you in yo face yo neck all of day
shoot that fuck nigga dump him in the lake
Rockin balenciaga hop a rari, rockin balenciaga hop a rari
Shoot yo ass up in yo face, run up on me wrong you get rip d, you don t know bout dre i shoot in broad day
Knock you off yo feet tryna play wit me aye, shoot yo ass up in yo face, shoot yo ass up in yo face
Ridin wit my gang we go ham bitch, shoot that fuck nigga dump him in the lake
Who the fuck is you i ain t seen yo face, ridin wit my gang we go ham bitch
and the next day i bet i beat the case
You don t know bout dre i shoot in broad day, you don t know bout dre i shoot in broad day
I be ridin round catching plays, ridin round town like im in a race, i be ridin round catching plays
run up on me wrong you could die today
i shoot her like dre
I be goin ham trappin out the state, shoot you in yo face yo neck all of day, king soulja rich gang and ufb